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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Sept 4, 2023 5:56:00 GMT 9
Finn does not, actually, chug the alcohol because he's not surrounded by 20 of his frat insisting that he chug or die. Angel looks offended, like everything here is appalling to him. Like being in a nice, fancy place for once is going to make his flesh peel off. Finn tried not to laugh, which only mostly worked.
He had to wonder why Angel was so uncomfortable. He was doing the guy a fucking charity, after all- he'd probably live off ramen seasoning packets and rainwater if it weren't for him. And, yet, he does something inarguably nice (albeit selfish) and suddenly Angel's flinching at everything.
He liked the game enough to steal it, but Finn brings him here and he's balking at the hotel room. What gives?
Finn ignored him to drink (not chug), only giving him a flat look in response. "Uh, there's a couch out there?" He said, like Angel was a moron, because he was. "Or the Jacuzzi tub. Or-" Here, his look turned downright malicious. like a ten year old who'd trapped an ant, and was raising the magnifying glass.
"You could just sleep in the bed."
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 30, 2023 2:49:52 GMT 9
Finn's first action was to drop his luggage just about in the doorway (predictably), and then stalk across the room and throw the blinds open. The hotel room was high up, the view brilliant and sparkling. "Oh, yeah. This fucks." He said, grinning brightly. The room was... ridiculously fancy. A private bedroom, bathroom with a whirlpool bath and standing shower, and a living area and personal kitchen.
Not that Finn planned to be cooking anything, but a drink fridge was always a good thing.
On cue, he worked his way to the minifridge in the bedroom, and just- pulled a drink from it. Like he was made of money (which he was). Finn sat on the bed, and offered the struggling Angel a winning, charming smile. "Well? Got anything to say?" It was clear he was fishing for a 'thank you' or 'I owe you my life.'
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 27, 2023 2:16:15 GMT 9
"Shut the fuck up," argent snapped, uncharacteristically not terribly in a mood to talk. He continued rummaging through Angel's things- there was some cd thing he tossed aside, a pokeball with a weird sticker, and then the rest of Angel's pokemon, which he uncermoniously dumped onto the grass.
"I'm seeing if you've got anything good," He said, trying to force conversation again, eyes flicking to Angel for an instant. The answer was... no. Five of the damn things were fish. What the fuck. There were a few that weren't- and one that caught his eye.
A lion, born of fire. A lion rampant in gules. And then another lion, this one azure- Not a fire type, but whatever. "You know cats eat fish, right?" He said, and followed it with a laugh.
Unfortunately, the game wouldn't permit outright theft (boring), so he simply dropped the weakest of his team. The weird fuzz, and the thing that couldn't hurt anyone.
Sounded like pokemon for Angel.
Offering WOOBAT and AUDINO for trade
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
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Posts: 122
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Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 27, 2023 2:04:54 GMT 9
Angel completely fucking drops the bag, and the box goes flying, and slams into a rock with maybe the most satisfying crunch Argent's ever heard. Angel froze in place, leaving Argent to squint- but there wasn't much to make out, just shattered wood in baby colors.
And then it oozed, and Argent scrunched his face. How gross. What had even been in there? Well... whatever it had been, it was broken now. And argent had to laugh- because Angel had to scramble back over to him to avoid getting dirty from the goo. What a coward. Argent considered shoving him into the tar, just to see what would happen.
It was a tempting thought, until there was a voice.
Argent turned to look at it. A fabric pika-whatever, staring at them with.... marker scribbles? Even in the world of the game itself, there wasn't much of a budget. How sad. "We're not the teste-" Argent's amazing insult was cut off when the thing moved, little grabby hands emerging from the tar and yoinking Angel up into the air.
Which, all things considered, was incredibly fucking funny.
Until he was grabbed, and then it was annoying as hell.
"Drop us, Oogie Boogie!" Argent snapped, now mad and cranky. This was stupid, and also dumb. "You can't kill us anyway. This is a game. Idiot."
The patchwork-pika shifted to look at him. It then seemed to wilt, as if all the starch demanifested from the fabric in an instant.
The tar rose around them, doming around the trio. Argent continued to squirm, fighting to get out of the thing's grip- but the tar was made of iron, or something equally strong and annoying.
When the dome fell, he was dropped, landing hard on... carpet. Argent groaned, head spinning. It was... a bedroom, but like a shittily decorated one. There was a dusty bed, an old- like it had antenna- tv that wasn't working, one window, and a fan thing up by the ceiling on the wall. There was a single trash can, and a plain ass table.
With a tiny little doll of the whatever thing that had kidnapped them. Fucker.
Argent did the kind and responsible thing, and got up without any regard for Angel, and tried to open the door. When that didn't work, he tried to rattle it harder. Locked doors could always be opened by force. Always
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 1:42:38 GMT 9
argent, unsurprisingly, wasn't feeling better. Beating up two small animals hadn't improved his mood, so now he was stalking, prowling, eyes flicking among the leaves for someone else to upset.
And, damn, did he find a target.
Angel, sitting at the edge of some dumb lake, his weird dog thing splashing in the water.
A cruel smile came over him, and he quietly returned his pokemon to their balls. He crept, keeping to the softer grass, until he was nearly behind Angel. The weird thing honked, but who cared?
With a shove, he slammed his shoulder into Angel's back, and sent him into the lake.
And then- because fair's fair, right?- began rifling through the discarded bag, seeing if Angel had anything good on him. Despite good pokemon not suiting him.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 1:38:04 GMT 9
The first rock plonked off the thing's... head? argent had no idea. It squeaked, and fluttered more. argent narrowed his eyes. "Hey- yeah! This way!" He taunted, scooping up another rock.
The mareep looked up at the woobat, and let out a plaintive bleat- leave! Fly away! Find some other door to darken! But the woobat did not have any little thoughts, comprised entirely of wings and fluff, and drifted closer- within throwing range.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 1:36:06 GMT 9
Something fluttered out at the noise, a smaller fluff than the one he'd just gotten.
argent squinted up at it, bile in his throat. "Stupid ugly dust bunny," He grumbled, stooping to pick up a small rock. All the pokemon he'd run across were ugly, or cutesey, and absolutely not worth the time. So, would he let it be? No.
No, he was going to throw rocks at the thing, and catch it, and leave it to rot in stasis, or whatever.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 1:33:52 GMT 9
He kept walking, and paused only when he came across a.... weird horse statue. Fountain. Thing. That spewed black water. "What a weird place." argent huffed, looking around. No one else seemed to notice or care about the black water, or ugly statue. Amazing.
argent rubbed at his face. What was he even doing here? The damn game couldn't be streamed, and there weren't leaderboards. It was a kid's game... he could scoff and say 'No, man, I play games for adults, not that kiddie shit.' and it would be fine. He didn't have to be here.
But he remembered Mistra, and he sucked in a gasp involuntarily, and turned to kick at the stupid ugly fountain.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 1:23:47 GMT 9
argent tromped into the city, eyes flicking over the buildings. There were too many antiques stores, a place that just sold.... hats.... and a triple-wide storefront entirely devoted to funnel cake and fried mareep haunches. Everything kitschy or western could be found-
But he couldn't manage to find a pound.
His pokemon trailed after him, ambling blindly. He wanted rid of them. None of them could manage much of anything, least of all the pink thing that was still, silently, in its ball.
"No adoption building?" argent said, with a sneer. What did people do when they didn't want the little cretins anymore? ENTERING THE TALL GRASS!
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 1:18:43 GMT 9
The audino stumbled back, but kept their footing, and blinked up at argent once more. "Auiii!" They cried, not even out of desperation for their own self- but very clearly out of concern for argent, who just felt himself getting angrier and angrier at the idea.
"Shut up!" argent snapped, pulling up the ui and jamming at the buttons. "I hope you like being in a box all day, you-" The rest of the insult never came, and he just threw a pokeball at the thing. At least when it was caught, it wouldn't talk.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 1:13:55 GMT 9
argent took in a breath. Getting this worked up was not like him. He was always the guy in charge, the guy who knew what to do when all of the rest of the frat was losing their minds. And yet, he was getting his shit metaphorically handed to him by a pink fluff half his height. "Just- just die already!" He spat, not seeming to realize that was a terrible thing to say to an animal, or anyone with ears.
The audino refused, walking forward on trembling legs, and gently healed him again.
argent, half out of reflex, shoved the thing away.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 0:36:06 GMT 9
The creature, for whatever misguided reason, continued to heal him.
This just made argent more angry. "Knock it off!" He snapped, baring his teeth at the thing like it would care. "Aren't you a pokemon? Fight back!"
Instead, it just toddled forward a bit, and pressed a sparkly paw to his knee, which felt less sore. "Diino!"
Naturally, he kicked it away again.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 0:31:15 GMT 9
argent sighed. Also useless. "Get back here," He snapped, shoving ahead of all of his pokemon. He stared at the audino, who looked placidly up at him.
"Audino?" It said, pleasantly, voice a chiming melody. argent sneered.
"Weirdass thing," He huffed, and kicked at it.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 0:22:19 GMT 9
argent nodded, at last finally impressed with something. "Bet, nice job." He said, clearly rankled enough to be handing out praise. "Alright, you're up." This was said to the meowth, without looking at it.
The little pokemon flinched, and looked up at him, ears pinning a bit at the flagrant disrespect. But... he slunk forwards anyway, tail lashing as he splayed his claws at the audino... who was still not fighting back, so this seemed... cruel.
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argent
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Weekend Warrior
Player Character
Posts: 122
Trainer Class:
Player Name: Finn Argent
OOC Username: spibe
Arena Points: 60
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Post by argent on Aug 26, 2023 0:20:05 GMT 9
argent blinked. For starters, the sheep had been absolutely fucking useless. Out of the team. Secondly, though...
A laugh broke out of him. What an incredibly useless creature! It had healed him instead! What the fuck. "Holy shit," He wheezed. "Eagle, see what you've got." The rufflet huffed, shaking out his wings and flying a circle around the audino, eyes narrowing before he dove sharply, claws splayed.
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